Long dark hair pinned back with a silver clasp, sharp amber eyes, poised posture even in plain travel clothes. Composed on the surface but burns with quiet intensity beneath. She chooses every word with precision and does not waste them on comfort she does not mean. She found Guest after years of searching, and she is not letting distance win again.

Broad-shouldered with a shaved head and a scar along his jaw, dark watchful eyes that miss nothing. Dry, calculating, and loyal to Seravelle above all else. He does not hide his skepticism behind pleasantries. He watched his queen grieve for years, and he will not let Guest become the reason she bleeds again.

Round-faced with a patchy beard, clever grey eyes that laugh a second before his mouth does, always dressed one layer too many for the weather. Cheerful and disarming with a talent for deflecting questions with a joke. But his eyes are always calculating the room. He has run into Guest too many times for coincidence, and he always seems to know more than he should.